For the sake of prudence, Jin Ziming buried the cold moon in it, and then filled it with dirt and snow.

He hung the token of the Crazy Sword Hall on his chest, jumped up, and flew towards the Black Prison.

In the strong wind, the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger.

Finally approached the black cliff and descended, but found no gate or passage.

Jin Ziming had no choice but to step forward, and as soon as he took a few dozen steps, he ran into an invisible barrier.

He was bounced back, but the token on his chest lit up and glowed blue.

The blue light grew brighter and brighter, projecting onto the large array shield, gradually forming an arch.

It turned out that Jian Yunfeng was using the formation barrier to verify the identity of the person who came.

He hurried in, the blue light behind him dimming, and the portal vanished.

Looking up, the Black Hell was made entirely of huge rocks, and the dark cliffs were as steep as knives.

The contrast between the hardness and blackness, and the softness and whiteness of the outside world, adds a bit of poignancy to this place.

Jin Ziming flew around the foot of the mountain, looking for a way up the mountain and familiarizing himself with the terrain.

This mountain was so big that it took him a long time to fly most of the circle, but he never found the mountain road, but instead saw two sword cultivators flying directly down the mountain.

Only then did the reckless man understand that there was no road in this mountain.

He leaped into the air, his body rising higher and higher, until he flew to eighty percent of the height of the Black Prison, crashed into a new barrier, and was blocked again.

On the edge of the cliff, a trail around the mountain, winds up; On the mountain road, at intervals, there is a stone room with a window.

Jin Ziming flew to the starting point of the mountain road and slowly fell.

There stands an old black stone monument, about two feet high, and the font on it still looks scarlet and eye-catching.

"Jian Yunfeng's first line disciple training:

Those who want to reach the top of the mountain must walk up the mountain from here, and the same is true when they return.

This can not only gradually adapt to the cold atmosphere, but also see the tragic situation of the prisoner and feel awe.

Over the years, those who have seriously violated the rules of the door have been imprisoned in the stone chambers along the way, and I hope that you will take this as a warning and always be loyal to the entrance oath. ”

He had just finished reading it when he suddenly felt a chill hit behind him.

Looking back, there was a closed stone door, and wisps of black gas overflowed from the crack of the door.

In front of the heavy gate, there is also a stone tablet, about one person high, which reads:

"Disciples are not allowed to enter the place where the offenders are detained, and those who violate them will be severely punished."

Jin Ziming made some observations and guessed that those cells were built in the mountains and did not see the light of day all year round.

He turned around again and began to stride upwards.

This is a road carved out directly by the great power on the mountain cliff, which can be called a miracle.

A wisp of black yin qi floated from the front, sticking to his arm, and burrowing into his body in the blink of an eye.

Jin Ziming deliberately did not resist, and found that this guy was like a living thing, and he adhered to the flesh when he saw it.

Then it began to merge and react, and soon formed the kind of cobweb in Guangliang's body.

After figuring out the mechanism, he drove the bright cyan aura, wrapped the part of flesh that had just been poisoned, and forced it out of his body.

Jin Ziming didn't understand how the sword cultivator used it to refine the sword qi, sword intent, and physical body, so he had to sacrifice a protective shield as he walked.

The little mud consciousness said:

"Jin Ziming, this black gas is good, you save some, I will use it to 'sharpen' the knife in the future."

"Okay." This kind of thing that has no cost and benefits, of course he readily agreed.

He walked outside the first stone room, stopped curiously, and peered through the window.

It was dark inside, and there was a man sitting against the wall, his gray hair scattered and his face covered.

The man was coarse-boned, but skinny to the bones.

He was shackled under his feet, and a metal hose was attached to the stone wall.

Jin Ziming recklessly released a wisp of divine consciousness and explored carefully.

The other party didn't care, and it seemed that he had long been accustomed to the rudeness of these disciples.

The leg cuffs were quite extraordinary, but his cultivation was suppressed in the Jindan Great Perfection, and the Yuan Shen was also fixed in the Second Great Perfection.

Two hollow spikes pierced the prisoner's ankles on the inside of the shackles, injecting cold black gas into his body.

The surface and inside of this person's legs were covered with black cobwebs, but he still refused to give up, and he was still exercising, desperately trying to block the erosion of black qi.

The level of his exercises is very high, the true yuan runs smoothly, and his cultivation is suppressed, and the amount of spiritual energy that can be used is very small.

Over the years, the cold continued to enter his body, destroying his functions.

Jin Ziming sighed, admiring this person's tenacity and unyieldingness.

He looked at the other man sympathetically, finally shook his head and continued up the mountain.

There was more and more black gas on the mountain road, and there were more than a dozen cells passing by.

Each time, he would stop briefly to take a look at the people inside.

Some of them screamed and protested, some gave up completely, and some were on the verge of death.

One of the white-haired old men made a deep impression on him, and although he was tortured, his eyes were still like sharp swords.

The old man's body was full of sword qi, and there were no cobwebs in his body.

Jin Ziming's eyes were stabbed uncomfortably by his sword intent, and he hurriedly opened his eyes.

A young sword cultivator walked in front of him, and the two nodded expressionlessly and passed by.

Jin Ziming walked more than 200 steps and saw a stone room.

He had planned to reach the summit as soon as possible, but for some reason, he stopped by surprise.

He turned his head to see that the interior was very similar to the first stone house.

An emaciated, burly old man sat on the ground, his gray hair braided by him, hanging down behind his head, revealing his old face.

Jin Ziming stared at him, his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, and a feeling of déjà vu came to his heart.

This old man always felt that he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it, which made him anxious, a little hesitant, and even sad.

Looking closely at the other party's eyebrows and figure, the familiar feeling becomes more and more obvious.

He probed his divine sense into the old man's body, and in the dark, it was as if a voice was shouting:

"This person has a deep connection with me!"

The monk's intuition and subconscious often work, and it is a strong calling from the depths of the soul.

He stood in front of the window, staring intently at the old man, his eyes becoming more and more focused and soft.

The people in the room had noticed him, and at first they didn't think about it.

But after a while, as if he felt the warmth in Jin Ziming's eyes, his heartstrings were also plucked.

He began to look at the young man seriously, and even released the spirit of the second great consummation to check it out.

Jin Ziming did not resist and let his divine sense enter his body.

"Senior, your surname, what kind of faction are you, and why are you locked up here?"

"The old man's surname is Qin, and he turned out to be a disciple of the Imperial Sword Hall, and I killed a fellow disciple, so I was locked up here.

Young man, what's your last name? You're a little peculiar, and you actually make me feel kind. ”

"My surname is Kim, and I feel that way."

"Oh, the surname is Kim." There was a palpable look of disappointment on the old man's face.

Jin Ziming's heart tightened, and he involuntarily added:

"This is the surname of my father-in-law, I don't know my real surname."

"That's right." The old man regained his excitement.

Jin Ziming carefully probed his body and found that he was in better condition than the first prisoner.

Although the entire calf is covered with cobwebs, the web-like material in the thighs is not too dense.

But even so, it still made him feel pain.

"You are a sword cultivator, which faction?" The old man asked.

Jin Ziming was unwilling to deceive the old man, and was inexplicably sure that the other party would not betray him, so he transmitted his voice with his divine sense and replied honestly:

"Senior, I'm not from Jianyun Peak or its subordinate sects, I got in to find something for a friend."

Hearing that this young man was not a sword cultivator, the old man suddenly felt relieved and relaxed.

"Senior, it's my first time here, may I ask how the sword cultivator can use this cold qi to cultivate?"

The old man groaned slightly, and replied:

"There are two kinds of exercises, in vitro and in vivo.

Outside the body, it is to send out sword moves, using sword qi and sword intent to fight against the rich black qi and prevent it from entering the body.

In this process, you can also refine the magic sword.

In the body, let the sword qi and sword intent fill the body, and at this time, it is divided into two situations, one is to resist the black qi and prevent it from coming in, which is mainly used to refine the body;

The other is to inhale the black qi into the body, so that the sword qi and sword intent can merge with it.

When the three can coexist in the body, the sword can carry a highly lethal poisonous gas. ”

"Senpai, why don't you use the coexistence method?"

The old man sighed and said:

"Alas, after Xiuwei and Yuanshen were suppressed, they couldn't do it anymore, so they could only resist."

"Senior, with my current strength, I can't save you out.

You have to hold on, and one day, I'll take you out of here. ”

"More than seventy years have passed, I have already thought about it, you are careful yourself, the cultivation is not in a hurry, the more urgent it is, the slower the progress. ”

Jin Ziming's heart moved, and he said:

"Senior, I'm seventy-seven years old this year."

The old man was even more agitated, and said in a slightly trembling tone:

"There is a Yukun country in the middle of Xijinzhou, and there is a small city called Hanyuan in China.

More than 70 years ago, there was a famous academy called 'Wenhan', and the director was my sister-in-law's father.

The sister-in-law's name is Lin Qingyin, and she comes from a second-level sect called 'Xiangshan Pavilion'.

When you have time, you can take a trip to Hanyuan City to see if there is a relationship between us. ”

"Okay, I'll go.

Whether you have a relationship or not, I will definitely come to save you, please be sure to wait for me. Jin Ziming said.

"Okay, that's a deal.

As long as you kid can practice to the late stage of the Mahayana realm, or have that kind of combat power, you can try it, otherwise don't come to die. ”

"Understood, senior, have you ever been to that cave at the top of the mountain?" Jin Ziming pointed upward.

"I've been."

"Do you see any living plants or animals inside?"

The old man thought for a moment and replied:

"I really didn't pay attention to this back then, maybe I didn't go deep enough.

If you want to go into the depths of the cave, you must be careful, the black gas there is much more fierce than here. ”

"Okay, I'll take notice. Senior, who is your enemy? ”

"Wu Shiying of the Imperial Sword Hall, who brought the disaster of killing my brother and sister-in-law's family, has been stabbed by me.

The hateful thing is that before I had time to take revenge on others, I was imprisoned by the sect.

The remaining three enemies are from the Valley of Ghost Roar, and the leader is called Ma Kui. ”

Jin Ziming silently wrote it down, and then said:

"Senior, I have to go up the mountain."